At the Ends of the Earth (Bonus Chapter for a Full Monthly Vote Tally)

Xu Yuan cupped his hands. "The Magic Array combined with your Sword Arts was indeed hard to deal with."

"You're too kind."

The two still stood seven or eight meters apart.

Bai Kui looked crestfallen.

Xu Yuan remained calm.

Above his head, clangs rang out from time to time, beyond the crowd's hearing.

People were lighting up their lamps, one after another.

The lamps shone bright as day. One by one, they lined up in neat rows, their number growing.

—This was a public match!

"That's not right. I was on guard, and I never even got close to you. Your sword couldn't possibly be that fast!" Bai Kui said suddenly.

Xu Yuan said nothing.

He merely raised a hand and beckoned.

His Long Sword turned invisible, hid in empty space, and flew back. Only when it slid into the Sword Scabbard with a clang did it reappear.

The Dark Spirit excelled at concealment.

At first, it had only been a Flying Sword.

But with the power of the Dark Spirit added to it, the damn thing had become an invisible Flying Sword.

Invisible!

How were they supposed to fight that?

Many Cultivators fell silent.

More of the young people stared at Xu Yuan with contempt, wariness, resentment, and fear in their eyes.

The Dark Spirit!

Unless their cultivation exceeded his by one or several levels, they would not even be able to see his sword!

On the arena stage, that was one thing.

But on a battlefield—

Someone like him would become truly terrifying!

Below the stage.

At the Xiaoxiang Team's seats.

The white-haired elder sank into thought.

—Who should he send up next?

Onstage.

Xu Yuan spoke first:

"My Spiritual Power is limited. Please send up your strongest fighter. We'll have one more match and call it a